[ Molly's so aroused that he's barely following what Fjord's saying, but as soon as those lips meets his own he latches on to the half-orc to kiss back like he's going to die if they're not. Each kiss, each lick and hint of those tusks draw both intense pleasure from him but clearing his mind at the same time.
An especially hungry one finally brings him release as he chokes his cry against those lips - and then Molly's red eyes widen as the haze disappears. ]
Fjord...?
[ Molly's face goes from pale to deep purple, pulling away. ]
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An especially hungry one finally brings him release as he chokes his cry against those lips - and then Molly's red eyes widen as the haze disappears. ]
Fjord...?
[ Molly's face goes from pale to deep purple, pulling away. ]
I'm sorry, I... fuck, are you alright?